The story follows Achintya, a normal journalism student studying in China who wants to return to India. However, his flight mysteriously crashed near Kailash, one of the most sacred mountains in Hindu mythology. Now, Achintya must survive in this da...
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As he slowly regains his senses, Achintya is greeted by a desolate sight. The wreckage of the plane is spread around him, surrounded by the imposing landscape of the mountains. The air hangs heavy with silence, save for the faint rustle of wind through the crevices in the rocks above.
He sits up with a groan, wincing as he runs a hand through his tangled hair. A dull ache spreads through his back and shoulders, and his clothes are torn and dusty. The realization of his situation slams into him like a physical blow. He's alone, abandoned in a remote and dangerous place, with no sign of the other passengers or the cause of the crash.
As he takes in his surroundings, the scale of his isolation sinks in. The mountains stretch as far as he can see in every direction, their rugged ridges and craggy peaks creating an intimidating and imposing backdrop. There is no sign of civilization, only the raw and unforgiving beauty of nature.
His mind races as he tries to recall the events leading up to the crash. Fragments of memory flicker through his mind like disjointed images – the plane's engines sputtering before going silent, the panicked cries of the passengers, and the bone-jarring impact as the plane hit the mountainside.
He looks around hopelessly, half-expecting to see the other passengers, but the silence and emptiness that greets him only confirms his solitude. What happened? Where is everyone? Frustration and fear well up inside him, but he forces himself to stay calm, reminding himself that he needs to focus on surviving.
Achintya takes a deep breath and tries to steady his racing heart. He stands up gingerly, taking stock of his surroundings. He can see the twisted remains of the plane scattered about, along with some bags and other luggage that have been spewed from the wreckage.
His own luggage, a suitcase, and a satchel lay amidst the chaos. With a pang, he realizes that they are his only possessions. He picks up the satchel, which seems to be intact, and checks its contents. A few personal items – his wallet, phone, and some other essentials – are still there, although his phone is shattered and useless.
He shoves the broken phone back into the satchel, frustration mixing with resignation. He doesn't have the time or resources to fix it. He turns to the suitcase, pulling it open to inspect the contents.
Thankfully, it doesn't appear to be too badly damaged. He finds a change of clothes, toiletries, and a few other belongings, but nothing that could help him in his current predicament. There's no sign of water or food, and his stomach growls in protest at the thought.
The gravity of his situation starts to sink in. Achintya is alone, stranded in a remote location, with no idea how long it will be until help arrives. And he is thirsty, hungry, and injured. He looks down at his body, wincing as he notices several cuts and scrapes on his hands and arms.
He quickly takes stock of his injuries, assessing the extent of his wounds. He glances down at the mountains that extend for miles in every direction, their intimidating presence serving as a constant reminder of his isolation.
